Liam Neeson caught peeing on his pants after another drunken night on the town.

Photo credit: Sayit DURMAZ. 'Oh dear Liam, look at what you have gone and done...'

Liam Neeson would like to know if you can lend him a pair of diapers….

Oh dear it seems actor Liam Neeson has himself caught in another spot of bother. What little indiscretion you wonder? Let’s put our drinking flask back in our vest pockets and follow Liam this way.

According to Turkish tabloid, aksam gazetesi (thank God for Turkish little birdie who helped translate the juicy dirt on Liam) our homage to the sunshine gods was taking a stroll in the evening in the nightlife district of Taksim, Beyoglu after having wrapped shooting on the film ‘Taken 2’ currently shooting in Turkey. Having hit the bar circuit (would you expect otherwise?) our holy grail then took it upon himself to ahem relieve himself. (shot taken circa at 4am).

Except relieving oneself when you are covertly being followed by paparazzi can be a messy affair (as you can see by looking at Liam’s diapers). According to the article when Liam heard the clicking of flashbulbs he turned to find himself being photosnapped by a mob of Turkish paparazzi. Still in mid stream (oh the inconvenience) and in obvious panic mode our preferred Friday lunchtime hawt bixch put his pecker back in his pants so as to avoid the full spectacle of his evening making world display. Nevertheless as Liam would have it he continued peeing the Jim Beam out of his system and onto his diapers.

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I think the idea to start “Scallywag and Vagabond.” (SCV) originates from my myriad background and the many years I have spent in preferred cafes and brasseries extolling the virtues and subtle intricacies of ‘being’ as the Beaujolais ran, the cigarette wafted and the gentleman to my side pontificated while spraying himself with a deftly tied cravat and sun crested idolatry.’

I grew up in Australia where as a young man one was obliged to become a hero of sorts. A master swimmer, fighter of causes, ideals and disheveled denizen of aesthetics, and more often a carefree ‘larrikin’ who would occasionally poke his sun bronzed nose at authority and convention Read More